remmickslvt

Warnings: Remmick x fem!reader, oral (f! receiving), blood, bloodplay, period sex, graphic depictions of sex 

He could smell you for miles.  He stalked through the woods like a rabid animal, following your trail as you continued your nightly stroll, completely unaware.  Shit, you hissed under your breath as you realized that you had started your period, as you weren’t prepared and were only wearing a thin rose-colored slip.  You looked around, a creeping feeling slithering down your spine, as if you were being watched.  Suddenly, a force was on you, and you were pinned against a tree, the rough bark digging into your shoulders.  Hot breath followed by the soft graze of supple lips on your neck sent shivers through your body, as long claws pinned your wrists to the wood.   

“How could I pass up such a beckoning call drifting through these woods?” The husky drawl in your ear cooed, as he pressed his stocky figure against you.   

“But I didn’t...” You squirmed against the man’s grasp, the man you already knew to be Remmick, the vampire that had been teasing you for months.  He would always find you on your walks, you would let him fuck you till your body was spent, then he would disappear back into the trees without a goodbye.  You hadn’t ever ventured out while you were on your period, as he had warned you that the blood would drive him crazy.  He wouldn’t be able to stop himself, he had promised. 

“Oh,” he pulled away so he could drill his glowing red gaze into you, “but ya did, darlin’.  You remember my warning, don’t ya?” His lips curled into a sinister grin, exposing his drool-coated fangs, the saliva dripping down his chin.  You looked at the ground and nodded weakly.  There was no getting away now.  Remmick slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you, maintaining his crimson eye contact as he lifted the bottom of your slip, exposing the blood beginning to drip down your inner thighs.  He chuckled softly and nuzzled his nose against your skin, the sensation of his tongue lapping up the blood eliciting a sharp gasp from you as you tangled your fingers into his dark curls.  He moved closer to your core, following the source of the red liquid, until his tongue was teasing your slick, sucking on your folds as your knees buckled.  He gripped your hips and hoisted your thighs onto his shoulders, fully tongue-fucking you as he pulled your body against his lips.  You moaned shakily as the tree’s bark dug into your shoulders, the pain somehow adding to the pleasure.   

“Sorry sweetheart, would this be more comfortable?” Remmick cooed, pulling away from you as he effortlessly lowered the both of you to the forest floor, setting you down on his face.  He then guided your hips to ride his nose, once again inserting his tongue inside you and flicking upward.  You lifted up with a gasp as he hit your spot, but he pulled you back down onto his needy mouth.  You felt that familiar knot of warmth building in your core, and your climax threatened to spill over the edge as Remmick sucked and lapped at your dripping wetness.   

“R-Remmick, I’m gonna-” you sputtered, throwing your head back to face the moonlit sky.  With a sudden and swift movement, Remmick had flipped you onto your back and was positioned between your legs, his shaky claws fiddling with the clasp of his pants. 

“I wanna feel you cum around me, darlin’.”  He growled breathlessly, his hardened length springing from his boxers, the plush tip oozing out the slit.  He took his manhood in his hands and pushed it into you, the size causing you to yelp as he didn’t allow much time to adjust.  As he began to thrust, the blood created the perfect lube, the sloppy sounds of skin on skin echoing through the darkness.  With only a few perfect hits of your spot, your climax washed over you, drowning you in pleasure as you called out his name to the night.  You clawed at his back as he followed close behind, stuffing you full of his seed with a deep, primal growl.  Just watching you crumble at his touch earlier almost had him over the edge without even sticking it in, so it didn’t take much for him to finish.  He nipped at your breasts as he slowed his pace, riding out every last spasm of your high.  As soon as your grip on his shoulders loosened, he pulled out and collapsed on your chest, the rising and falling of your breaths surrounding him with comfort.  “Ye gonna let me stay the night?” 

Tags: Remmick x fem!reader, graphic depictions of sex, blood, masturbation, some angst?? 

You and Remmick were once lovers.  You split up almost 2 years ago, and had moved back home to North Carolina.  He hadn’t followed.  Or so you thought... 

You swirled the wine in circles around the inside of the slender, delicate glass, the evening sun caressing your skin and kissing sweet freckles across your cheeks.  As you stretched your legs over the basket-woven ottoman and took a deep breath, the thought of your past lover flitted into your mind.  The way his strong arms held you close to a broad chest, his rough, calloused fingers gently grazing your soft skin as you nuzzled into his neck.  The scruff of a few days without shaving bristling against your lips like sharp blades of grass stroking the breeze.  You shook your head, scrambling the whispers of sweet nothings of the past.  He hates me.  I won’t ever see him again.  The stinging poison of the verbal barrage exchanged two summers ago bubbled up in your throat, and you swallowed a rising sob.  Your eyes began to well like a rising riverbank; however, you blinked back the inevitable overflow of tears.  “Don’t ever think about me again,” he had snarled, yet he was intertwined with every aspect of your life, locking his fingers into yours as you attempted to open new doors.  Gripping you tight to his chest with one hand clamped firmly around your neck, infiltrating every straying thought, influencing every step forward and occupying every step back.  He lived and breathed inside you, his words spilling out of your lips at every sentence.  He was always there despite never appearing.  He was everything, then suddenly nothing.  A rope dangling high over a pit of spikes, you were clinging to him.  Subconsciously within every curve and twist of your body.  A real love that existed between your souls stretching across millennia, he was your past, present, and future. 

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, chasing thoughts away like swatting at flies.  “Hey, darlin’.”  Your eyes shot open as the gravelly voice echoed across the line of forest beyond.  And there, standing before you with a lopsided grin, was the man clouding your mind.  The setting sun shone through his messy curls, strands of red and blonde reflecting its rays.  His eyes, shadowed and deep-set, seemed to glow under his brow, giving off an almost crimson hue.  His broad shoulders rose and fell with every breath, the white button up and thin blue suspenders hugging his chest.  Your chest squeezed with years of pent-up heartache, and your jaw hung agape at the soul you had summoned. 

“R-Remmick,” you stuttered, clambering to your feet as his gaze traveled up your silk nightgown, “how...” 

“Shhh.  You called, so I came.” His drilling stare softened as he took a step closer.  You backed up until your shoulders pressed against the weathered siding of your house, your chin tilting upwards as Remmick stood inches away.  His clawed fingers reached for your biceps, trailing down your sun kissed arms until they intertwined with yours, then softly but firmly pinning your hands to your sides and against the wall. 

“B-but I didn’t...” 

“Ahh, but you did, lass.  See, I heard your thoughts.  I felt your need for me.  The shift in your energy was enough to cause a change in the patterns of the wind.  We’re connected, you and I, our souls are tied.”  He swallowed, a thick trail of drool seeping out from between his lips and hanging out of the corner of his mouth.  You glanced down, then back up into his hypnotic gaze.  The steady thrum of your heart drowning out all possibility of another outcome, you wriggled your hands free so you could press your touch against his chest.   

The kiss was earned, yearning, craving.  Two souls colliding in a colossal wave, hearts clawing together in a grasping desire.  Neither of you surfacing, it was now an unleashing of raw, primal need.  With a deep inhale, Remmick gripped your shoulders, pressing his weight into you and pinning you tightly to the wall.  He let free a soft moan into your mouth, sending a shiver down your already electrified spine.  Breaking free felt like tearing flesh from bone, a thin strand of saliva spanning the gap between your needy mouths.  With one effortless swoop, he had you draped over his shoulder as he pushed open the front door to your house, slamming it shut behind him.  He placed you down, so you were facing him standing in your hallway.  Within seconds you were on each other once more, lips interlocking as you tangled your fingers in his curls.  You jumped into his arms, his claws gripping your ass as your legs wrapped around his middle.  He carried you to your couch, where he then turned around and sat down, sitting you down on his lap.  His hardening manhood pressed against your clit, the thin layers of clothing between begging to be removed.  As you began to grind against him, Remmick moaned while taking your bottom lip in between his fangs, the sharp tang of blood following close behind.  He squeezed your thighs, guiding your hips to roll into his, his claws digging into your soft skin.  His erection pressed against your core, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your fingers slithered up his neck to intertwine into his wavy locks.  You pulled his lips onto the crook of your neck, the mere brush of them sending shivers down your spine.   

“Take your pants off.” You huffed against his cheek, running your tongue along his jawline as he growled in response.  With a swift tug, Remmick tore his pants down to the floor, turning and slamming you onto your back as he clawed your panties off, leaving you exposed and practically dripping for him.  As he took in your visual, thick drool ran down his chin and trickled down his neck, the sight of you so vulnerable it had him harder than he thought he could ever get.  Without wasting much time, he crashed his lips into yours, swirling his tongue around the inside of your mouth as he teased the tip against your slick folds, precum oozing out of the slit and mixing with your fluids.  You gasped against his lips as he grinned, suddenly slamming the entire length deep within your walls, not leaving any time to adjust to his size.  With each thrust, the groans filling the air turned more and more primal, Remmick’s pure lust and need for your body clouding every ounce of judgment.  He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him as he ravaged you, the tension of years' worth of fleeting thoughts finally boiling over the edge as he filled you with every inch.  For ages he had dreamt of this, taking his length in his hand as he imagined pumping you full of his seed, his jaw hanging open with his tongue swiping streams of drool.  His eyes rolling back as he visualized the scene unfolding before him in this moment.  The sensation was almost too much, as he felt his climax tangling within and building deep in his belly.  You pulled back, admiring the mess you had made in Remmick’s mind, as his eyes glowed red.  He was hitting your cervix with every thrust, and your fingernails raked his lower back, drawing him in as far as he could get.  Suddenly, like a sudden tsunami, you felt that familiar heat rising in your core, the feeling you could only get with your fingers buried deep in your walls, imagining Remmick filling you up like he was right now.   

“R-Remmick...” You dug your nails deeper as one last thrust sent you over the edge, your back arching as your climax overtook your mind, the only sight being Remmick’s flushed face, eyebrows slightly raised, jaw agape, as he, too orgasmed in an animalistic groan.  He held your hips tightly, locked into him, as his hot seed spilled deep inside your core, your moans and panting breaths filling the room.   

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sex, overstimulation, blood, spit, violence, gore 

An ominous spell of doom had fallen over the small town you had now lived in for 2 years, clouding the lives of everyone who resided there.  Ravens circled around the main street, waiting for another body to appear on the ashen earth.  Someone, or something had been mauling townspeople, one a week, almost like clockwork.  The body was then disposed of in the middle of the road, deep lacerations rendering the person’s identity unidentifiable.  Chewed hunks of flesh hung off the bodies, causing everyone to believe that the culprit was a large animal.   

But you knew better.  It was Remmick, the vampire that appeared in your room every night after his brutal slaughter. The beast that would fuck you beyond comprehension all while covered in the blood of his victims.  The one who would mark you with deep claw marks raking down your back, forcing you to hide the scars they would leave. 

Tonight was the night that you anticipated Remmick’s visit, it had been every Friday night every week for the 2 years that you had lived here.  Many blamed you for these violent events, and it was hard for you to convince them that it wasn’t you committing these atrocities.  You lay on your bed, a single-bulb lamp cloaking your bedroom in a comforting glow.  The cool light of the moon shone through your window, contrasting the warmth of your home to the chill of what dwelled beyond. You picked up a worn book from your nightstand and flipped to your bookmark, inhaling deeply and swallowing nervously.   

Before you had a chance to read more than a sentence, Remmick was at your window, practically leaping through.  You started upwards, tossing the book to the floor with a soft thud.  The man was covered in more blood than usual, and his energy he exuded gave off nothing but that of a predatory monster.  His glowing crimson gaze shifted slowly to your soft figure on the bed, the moon highlighting the steam of hot blood seeping off his stocky frame.  You stared at him, eyes wide, as his heaving exhales became growls.  His dark curls stuck to his face and forehead, sweat dripping from his hairline.  His jaw hung open as thick trails of blood mixed with drool dripped out of his parted lips.  He stood in the shadows for what seemed like forever, just panting and staring at you in your silk nightgown.  Suddenly, his energy shifted, and he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed as he aggressively began to yank your dress down.  He never once had kissed you, but tonight he smashed his lips into yours as he undressed himself hastily, as if you were the only thing on his mind for the entire night.  He entered you roughly, slamming his hips into yours as his thrusts threatened to tear you apart.  He grunted as he pumped into you, his thick member filling up your insides and hitting your cervix with each roll of his hips.  You gasped at his roughness, your back arching only revving him up more.  You clawed at his muscled shoulders, which caused him to rut into you even faster, detaching from your lips to watch your face contort with pleasure and pain. His lips curled into a sneer, his eyes glowing red.  “Open.”  He commanded in a husky growl.  You opened your mouth wide and he responded by spitting thick blood onto your tongue, following its trail by collapsing on top of you and shoving his tongue in between your lips.  The heat in your abdomen was rapidly growing, and by the desperation in Remmick’s groans you could tell his climax was nearing.  As he repeatedly rammed into your cervix, your high finally overtook you, coursing through you with deep, jerking shudders.  Shortly after, Remmick finished deep inside you, stuffing you full of his hot seed.  From his orgasm arose a guttural growl, almost primal in nature, as he gripped your hips so tightly that he drew thin beads of blood.  From such a rough session, rougher than usual, your body was spent.  You huffed shallow breaths as sweat soaked through your hair, your chest rising and falling in between the heavy pounding of your heart. 

Suddenly, Remmick was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing you firmly onto the bed.  He positioned himself behind your ass, as you had instinctually tucked your knees underneath your body.  With barely any time since he had pulled out, he was shoving himself back into you, slamming deep inside as his cum seeped out of your pussy.  His juices mixed with yours provided a perfect lubricant as he continued to rut into you, grunting into each thrust.  Not long after, he came once again, so that you were practically overflowing with his cum.  He sloppily pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you, his sweat and blood-soaked chest heaving with exhaustion.  You flipped yourself onto your back, and Remmick glanced over at your exposed chest, your nipples hard from the lust coursing through your body.  You noticed his cock twitch as he tore his gaze away from your body, the aching pink tip oozing from the slit once again as his length began to harden again.  He then sneered and turned back to you, his eyes glowing red as he slowly crawled on top of you. 

Okay for starters, I LOVE the idea of touch-starved, borderline pathetic, begging Remmick.  That shit gets me going.  JUST SAYING. 

You had just moved into an old farmhouse in Mississippi.  It needed plenty of work, so you spent your days working on projects around the house, not getting out much unless it was for small errands.  Recently, you had noticed who you guessed was your neighbor milling about, shooting you nervous glances and awkward waves.  You wondered when he was going to appear on your porch and finally introduce himself... 

The picture frames were finally hung in your entry, surrounding you with the illusion that your family and friends had come with you on this journey.  They had urged you to stay, that this wasn’t going to work, that you’d hate it down south.  Despite their fleeting efforts to keep you chained to “home”, you persisted that you needed to space and time alone to figure out your path in life.  Solidarity had always been your thing, especially now in your mid-twenties.  You hadn’t had a serious relationship in over five years, and you had started to become convinced that maybe settling down wasn’t your destiny.  That was okay, you had wanted to move down here and start fresh, clear your mind, meet new people.  Which, for the record, hadn’t really happened yet.  You sighed seemingly along with the house, as the heat of the sinking day light elicited creaks and groans of the aged structure.  As you turned your back to the front door, a soft knock echoed through the entryway.  You stopped and slowly turned back around, waiting for another sound.  You crept towards the peephole, uneasiness pricking the back of your neck.  This time, the knock rang out slightly louder, more urgently.  You held your eye, and your breath, to the hole, and on your porch stood your neighbor.  He was looking nervously around, almost clinging to the door as he raised his fist to knock again.  Before he could, you cracked open a gap just large enough for your face to lean through.  

“Ah, I was just about to knock again, sorry if I startled ya.” the man chuckled awkwardly, his eyes darting around and avoiding your gaze.  

“No, I was just on the other side of the door anyway, just putting things away.  Sorry, who are you?” you then pulled the door all the way open and faced the man. 

He stopped his fidgeting and finally his eyes met yours.  They were almost black, with a tinge of what appeared to be red.  His mussed dark hair fell onto his forehead and curled around the tops of his ears, and a days' worth of stubble dotted his square-set jaw and upper lip.  His white button-down fit snugly over broad shoulders and thick arm muscle, the type earned from working long days in the field.  A thin gold chain rested on his collarbone, tucked underneath the collar of his shirt.  Blue suspenders hugged his pecs, clasping onto a weathered black belt with a square gold buckle, which held up his black trousers.  His lips curled into a sneer.  “I’m your neighbor, darlin’.  Name’s Remmick.” 

You extended your arm past the threshold of the front door to shake his hand.  His grip was firm, his calloused hands rough against your soft skin.  Your eyes locked and you felt his energy, unsure if it was pure or something sinister, sear into your mind like hot candle wax on a frozen lake.  Solidifying once it penetrated through.  Almost in a trance, not breaking eye contact, you felt yourself pulling him towards the entrance.  “Do you wanna come in?” 

His smile grew, and as it widened, long, glistening fangs emerged into view, but it was too late, he was already across the threshold.  “Absolutely.” He slammed the door behind him as he backed you against the wall, his breath hot against your neck as his lips brushed against your skin. 

“W-what are you..” your voice trailed off as he softly kissed, raising his hand to rest against your collarbone.  Long, bony, white claws slithered up your neck as he continued to gently suck on your neck.  You suddenly snapped out of whatever fog you were in and shoved his weight off of you.  Although his efforts aroused you, you weren’t going to make it that easy.  You pointed to the floor, and he followed with his eyes, then snapped his head back up with a puzzled tilt of his head. 

“On your knees.” You demanded, curling your lips up in a devilish grin and regarding him through half-lidded eyes.  He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened, yet he shakily dropped to the floor in front of you. 

“Yes, ma’am.”  You took a step forward and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you as you ran your thumb over his lower lip.  His lips parted in response, and he swallowed nervously.  You took your other hand and ran your fingers through his hair, and at your touch he shakily inhaled.  “Please, whatever you’re doin’, lass, just let me touch you.” 

You sneered and grabbed a clump of hair, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by a deep growl from Remmick.  He lurched forward, and you dropped to the ground with a gasp, backing yourself up to the staircase as he fixed a pure, predatory stare into your eyes.  He was on you suddenly, practically crawling over top of your body, thick strands of drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.  He looked hungry.  Ravenous.  Despite his sudden dominance, he still hadn’t touched you.  “You must understand, darlin,” his eyes softened momentarily, “I crave you.”  The hardness of the wood steps digging into your spine caused your back to arch slightly, and with a swift movement Remmick’s arm slid under your body.  He pulled you up closer to him, his strength catching you off-guard as he brought your figure upwards to press against his chest.  Your eyelids fluttered as you stared into his now deep scarlet gaze, your own need for touch beginning to knot in your abdomen.  You then grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you, your lips colliding with a soft moan of surprise from Remmick.  He gripped your side still as he deepened the kiss by rolling his hips slowly into yours, his clothed member nudging the growing wetness between your thighs.  You sharply inhaled at the contact, and he withdrew his arm from underneath you and moved his hand to underneath your dress.  Slowly, he ran his long claws from your belly to your waist, caressing each line on your hips as he made his way downward.  He pulled your panties to the side, still nipping at and sucking your bottom lip as you began to squirm underneath him.  He paused, waiting for the whisper of please to emerge into the kiss, then indulged by slipping one finger, then two into your nearly dripping core.  The ball of his hand rested against your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, your soft moans revving him up even more.  Just as soon as he had started, he stopped, breaking away from the kiss only to suck his fingers of your sweet juices.   

“Let me feel ya, darlin.  Please.” Lust had clouded his vision, he only saw you.  He looked at you as if he were on the edge of life and death and you were the antidote.  Like he needed your body as much as he needed blood.  You bit your lip and nodded, your core throbbing for him.  He wasted no time unbuckling his trousers, once again attacking your mouth and swirling his tongue around for dominance.  He entered you suddenly and roughly, immediately pounding into you while pulling your hips into his with each thrust.  Your head fell back against the stair above you, your back curving over two more while you almost sat on the next ledge.  That curve allowed Remmick to hit your cervix with each drilling thrust, your climax climbing quickly.  He lowered his head to your neck once again and with a deep, primal, almost animalistic snarl, he sank his fangs into your muscle, the sudden flow of hot blood causing him to fuck you even harder.  You groaned and despite the sharp, piercing pain shooting through your body, your high bubbled over the top and sent you spiraling into pleasure, your orgasm coursing through you with deep shudders and your nails raking into Remmick’s back.  Unlatching from your neck with blood running down his chin and down the front of his chest, his orgasm overtook him, blurring his vision as he filled you with his seed.  He threw his head back and moaned as he guided your hips through the sloppy comedown, thick trails of blood and saliva dripping onto your chest.  Your walls clenched around his length, milking him of every drop of cum as he emptied deep inside you.  He pulled out shakily and collapsed on top of you, your heaving breaths falling in synch as he laid against your bloodstained chest, your wound still pouring.  Your limbs began to tingle in response to the blood loss, yet you still raised a bloody hand to cup his face.   

Warnings: detailed descriptions of sex, blood, gore, spit, violence, stalking 

I'm writing this while sitting in my barn LOL, helps with the visual, ya know?

Thick mud splattered up your legs and coated your boots as your feet pounded the soil.  Torrential rain soaked your hair down to your scalp and plastered long strands of hair to your neck and shoulders as you ran through the trees.  As the woods gave way to a clearing, a looming structure emerged into view.  An abandoned barn standing solo in the middle of the meadow.  You tore through the low hanging branches, ignoring the snags catching your sundress as well as your slick skin.  You broke free of the forest after what seemed like a never ending tunnel of swirling darkness and brush, not bothering to check if anything had followed.  Your sharp pants of exhaustion burned cold in your lungs, the pain searing through your chest as you pushed forward.  You practically slammed against the huge sliding door at the front of the barn, your hands slipping against the dripping wood as you struggled to heave it open.  As soon as you were able to grab hold of the edge and allow a gap big enough to fit through, strong fingers elongated by thick claws gripped your waist, forcing you to the floor.  A large weight pinned you down as you gasped to regain breath, and a hissing, teasing voice cooed in your ear.  

“You can’t outrun me, darlin, although your efforts are cute.”  You couldn’t reply even if you wanted to, your face was held down to the gritty floor by the mans clawed hands at the base of your head.  His deep exhales faded into faint growls as he then pulled you forcefully to your feet and spun you around to face him.  The rain had soaked through his white button-down, accentuating his broad chest and wide shoulders as the fabric clung to his body like a layer of skin.  Water dripped off his jaw, mixing with thick trails of drool and blood.  His front was smeared with more of the red substance, a stark contrast to the whiteness of his shirt.  His mouth curled into a sneer, his long fangs glinting in the emerging moonlight as well as his glowing red eyes.  His shoulders rose and fell with each ragged breath, the predatory instinct clouding every sense.  His claws gripped your arms tightly still, unforgiving as the tips dug deep into your skin followed by droplets of blood.  Your thighs were slashed from the underbrush of the forest, the cuts stinging as trails of water began to seep from your dress.  You drew in a shaky inhale, shivering from both the cold and fear.  Seemingly feeding off your terror, the man let out a husky growl and came forward, so your faces were just inches apart.  His musk consisted of cigarette smoke, the sharp odor of blood, and a days' worth of sweat.  He chuckled softly and brought his glistening lips to the crook of your neck, right along your jawline.  “I promise I won’t bite too hard.”  With a sudden jerk of his movements, his jaws clamped onto your shoulder, piercing through muscle and grazing bone.  You threw your head back and gasped sharply, white creeping in the corners of your vision as he drained you of your blood.  It poured out of the fresh wound, soaking both yours and his clothes.  You felt yourself fading out of consciousness. 

You awoke to the sensation of hot breath on your inner thighs, as well as saliva and blood running down your skin and pooling on the dusty floorboards below.  You strained your neck upwards with a groan, the sight of the man between your legs lapping up leftover blood awakening a whole new side of you yourself never thought you’d see.  Floods of memories swirled around your mind, although they didn’t belong to you.  From this, you now knew the man's name to be Remmick, which you thought might be important since he was now sucking so close to your core.  You growled and sprang up, sending Remmick onto his back and you hovering over his soaking body.  

“Welcome back, lass.” he sneered, drinking in the sight of you as you narrowed your eyes.  

“What the fuck did you do to me.”  You demanded, grabbing hold of his blood-soaked collar with long white claws of your own.  

“Only made you mine for eternity, darlin’.  You needn’t worry, this is the best outcome.” his sneer widened, and he brought a hand up to the back of your neck.  With a roar you shoved yourself off his body as he clambered to his feet.  You rushed forward and forced him outside, the driving rain instantly soaking both of you to the bone.  As you briefly fought for dominance, you tore his bloodied shirt open and latched your mouth onto his chest, biting down with such force that elicited a hitched growl from his throat.  He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked, blood now running down your chin and dripping from the corners of your mouth.  Your eyes glowed as you licked your lips, tasting each drop of thick black blood.  Your gaze met his, his lips parted in surprise at your sudden desperation.  You both then suddenly collided in an embrace of pure primal passion, bloodthirsty lust that sent shivers down your spine.  As his pelvis pressed against yours, you could feel the hardness growing with every kiss, which only began a twisting and burning knot in your abdomen.  You shoved him to the wet grass beneath, the blades like soft feathers grazing your skin as you landed on his lap.  Your claws traveled to his hair and you pulled his head back, your teeth lingering as you nipped his bottom lip.  Remmick groaned and gripped your ass, guiding your hips to roll into him as he laid onto his back.  He then moved to hastily unbuckle his trousers, exposing his hardened length as you sat back on his thighs.  Without hesitation you moved forward and lowered yourself onto him, the mix of blood and rainwater providing a natural lubricant as he inserted his entire length deep inside your slick folds.  You threw your head back and moaned, rocking your hips against his as he once again guided you through riding him.  

contains: detailed depictions of sexual interactions, oral sex-giving and female receiving, violence, gore

The soft embrace of the encroaching dusk enveloped your body, the whisper of crickets and rustling heather filling the sweet, hot air. An abandoned farm housed a place of comfort and relaxation, reminding you of home. It was a place you often found yourself escaping to, fleeing the chatter of the town and swirling rumors of mysterious disappearances of some of your closest connections. But tonight was different. That usual feeling of the darkness holding you in its arms had switched to a tighter grip around your throat. That din of the crickets had turned to sinister hisses circling around your head and dipping in and out of your ears. The soft kiss of the still warmth was now stinging snaps on your skin, droplets of sweat gathering like poison hanging on the fangs of a rattlesnake. Familiar peace had shifted to creeping uneasiness. You weren't alone. A snapping twig in the line of trees flicked your gaze in its direction, the buildup of anxiety climbing up your spine and brushing ice cold fingers across your arms. Now fully facing the woods, you stepped back towards the old, dilapidated barn, deciding to stay within its walls for the time being. You hoped this feeling would pass. Not taking your widened eyes off of the pitch black beyond, you backed against the outside of the barn, the rough wood hitching on your shoulders and the fabric of your sundress. You inched towards the gaping doors of the structure, your soft fingers grazing the aged siding, almost as if you wanted to hold onto its sturdiness. Just as you reached the opening, a deep voice rumbled through the field.

"Goin' so soon, lass?" You froze as the silhouette of a stocky figure emerged out of the blackness, glowing red orbs at the center of his head.

You jumped inside of the building, watching in horror as the shape effortlessly gave way to a man in his mid-thirties, the front of his white button-up soaked in dark, rich liquid. Blood. His suspenders held onto broad shoulders and a wide chest that rose and fell with ragged breaths. His trousers fit tightly around his midsection, held up with a weathered leather belt. The man was all of the sudden just mere feet away from the threshold of the barn, the moonlight illuminating his face. A strong brow matched a square set jaw, and a sneer gave way to glinting fangs, a thick trail of drool oozing out of the corner of his lips. Fresh blood trickled down his chin and neck, coating the stubble on his jaw.

"Ya don't wanna be in there all alone, now do ya, lass?" his crimson gaze shifted to take in the sight of your body, "It gets real lonely out here."

You lifted your chin and regarded him through half lidded eyes. "What are you suggesting?" You positioned yourself so one arm was propping against the edge of the doorway, your hand just barely passing the threshold into the night beyond.

With a swift glance at your exposed hand, the man then turned his eyes back to you. "I suggest ya let me in an' let me keep ya company." His sneer curled into a grin, his fangs flashing stark white in contrast to the darkness surrounding him. Now that you knew why you felt a presence outside, your fear started to shed off your shoulders, replaced by a piquing curiosity.

"Convince me." You demanded, your eyes drinking him in as he stood before you. He swept his tongue across his bloodstained lips and took your hand in his, softly stroking your skin with his long bony claws. His eyes burning into yours still, he guided your fingers to his mouth, taking in your middle finger and beginning to swirl his tongue around its length. You sharply inhaled, your eyelids fluttering as the sudden advancement took you off-guard. As he sucked on your fingers, you felt yourself yearning for that tongue to explore elsewhere. Your eyes wandered to the growing hardness in his trousers, and all judgment left your thoughts. He pulled your fingers out from between his lips with a subtle pop, sneering as he followed your gaze.

"Whatcha' want me to do, darlin?" The sudden petname sent butterflies through your stomach and you brought your eyes back up to his face.

"I want you to come in."

He was on you immediately, passion enveloping your bodies as you collided, his lips crashing against yours with such a hunger you had never experienced. Your hands traveled up to his dark curly hair, fingers tugging at sweaty locs.

"Names Remmick, by tha way." he breathed between starved kisses, nipping at your lower lip as you pulled him back farther into the barn. You responded by letting a muffled moan escape into his mouth as he pressed you against the wall, his hands clutching your sides. He ripped himself away from tongue-fucking you and pulled the hem of your sundress up past your waist, lowering himself to his knees in front of you. His eyes had shifted to a lustful gaze as he took you in standing before him. The moonlight shone onto his skin, drool practically streaming out of both corners of his mouth. You pressed your thighs together as if to contain the growing heat in your core, ashamed by how badly you wanted him. He pulled your legs apart and shoved his head between, his tongue grazing your wetness and causing your breath to hitch. Instinctively your hands traveled to his hair once again, holding tightly as he began to suck and lap at your folds. His claws gripped your thighs so tight that small beads of dark blood began to appear at the tips, and you gasped at the sharp pain mixed with the sweet pleasure. As you felt the knot in your stomach growing and the heat spreading through your body, Remmick pulled back and grabbed you away from the wall. He practically shoved you to your knees and unbuckled his belt hastily as he licked your juices off of his lips. The blood mixed with your taste had him on a whole 'nother level, and he needed you to fulfill his sick desires. He took his throbbing length into his hands, the tip already slick from precum. You watched him through long eyelashes as his face twisted into pure primal desire. He thrust his cock into your parted lips, a long gravelly moan escaping his throat as he gripped the back of your hair. You swirled your tongue around the length as he slammed into the back of your throat, feeling the twitch of his nearing climax. You then pulled back, a long string of saliva connecting your lips to his manhood. You laid back on the dusty floorboards, your core throbbing for him to fill you up. He unspokenly obliged, and with a growl his weight was pressed against your body, pinning you to the floor. With a deep thrust, he shoved his entire length inside you, and you gasped without time to adjust to his size. In the midst of your sudden sensation, his jaws clamped onto your shoulder, his long fangs sinking into your soft flesh and colliding with your collarbone. A shaky moan from both intense pain and pleasure slipped out between your lips as he rocked his hips against yours, each time pulling almost the entire way out and slamming back into you. Thick blood cascaded from your wound and ran down the length of your body, soaking the front of his shirt even more as he then shifted focus to lapping and sucking at your swollen breasts. He growled into your skin, the sound rumbling through your chest as you clawed at his back, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. The growing pressure and heat knotting in your core threatened to break free, and you could tell Remmick was close as well. His pace quickened and short groans filled the room with sounds of desire and wet skin hitting against each other.

"Oh- oh my God sweetheart." He bit down on crook of your neck as his climax hit him like a tidal wave, overtaking his senses as he filled your insides with his hot seed. You followed short after, intense convulsions making way for the sweet release and tightening of your walls around his length, milking him of every drop. Your vision blurred with the mind-numbing orgasm as well as blood loss. Remmick, still rooted deep inside you, swept a ragged tongue across your wounds, raising himself to hover over your face as streams of your own blood fell onto your lips. As consciousness balanced on the edge, you were aware of his voice echoing into the darkness.

Remmick x fem!reader, gore, contains graphic descriptions of sex, power imbalances, stalking

You had just moved into a house in the south; a drastic change compared to your northern roots. It sat nestled in 10 acres of woods, with a steady stream cutting through the middle of the property. Low-hanging trees lined either side of the bank, and a rickety swing dangled from the branch of the tree closest to the house. The wrap around porch barely lit by lanterns and candles provided a cozy spot to stretch out on a creaky metal lawn chair with a book and a glass of wine. The steady din of the crickets and flickering of the fireflies welcomed a feeling of safety and comfort, however the eerie cutoff of light making way into the forest left you slightly unsettled. The distant illumination of fireflies sometimes looked similar to pairs of watching eyes. You took a deep breath in and laid back on the chair, the squeak of metal seemingly echoing through the dusk. You swept your arm out to grab your glass of wine, instead knocking it over. "Fuck." You hissed, that bottle was expensive. You tucked your hair behind your ear and swung your legs over to lean down and pick up the glass. As you rose back up, a silhouette of a man flashed behind the swing. You shook your head and blinked, the sounds of the woods not so comforting anymore. You stood up and clutched your book, your silk nightgown catching the light of the candles. Looking out over your yard, you couldn't make out any strange shadows, yet you felt a definite presence. You closed your eyes and took another deep breath. Your eyes then shot open as a gravelly voice rumbled through the night, "You're a pretty thing, arn't 'cha."

You feel back down onto the chair, laying down almost flat since it was laid back all the way. The man, stocky in build and dressed in a white button down, black suspenders, and trousers loomed over you, his glowing eyes penetrating your skull. His dark hair curled around his face, his strong, square jaw housing a wicked sneer as he took you in. Long, pointed fangs seemingly dripping in saliva poked out from behind stained red tinted lips. "I've been watchin' ya, lass. Ya moved in about a week ago, been admirin' the view in ya bedroom window." His sneer widened as he pictured you slipping out of your day clothes into the nightgown you were wearing now. You were so vulnerable, and he loved how you looked so scared up at him.

You were speechless, your lips parted slightly but no words emerging. Despite this strange ominous man looking down on you, you felt a strange sense of lust. "I'm Remmick, no need ta introduce yourself, I already know who you are," he nearly crawled on top of you so he was hovering just inches above your body, thick drool leaking from his parted lips as he snarled his words. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly pulled up your nightgown so you lay exposed under him. "I promise I won't bite too hard." He then crashed his lips into yours, his long, clawed hands exploring your thighs and abdomen. At his cold touch, your back arched slightly, a soft warmth growing in your core. Regrettably, you hadn't been touched in a long time, and much to your dismay you felt yourself succumb to your fate. You wanted this.